I Really Am Sorry
I really am sorry
That for all those nights
Spent dreaming of skies starry
I hid from your lights
Silently screaming in the dark
Unable to breathe
A stroll through Hell’s park
The knife I unsheathe
But if you don’t know
The guilt I suffer
In my heart is woe
While each day is rougher
Oh, how much I wish to say,
“Every morning is a new day.”
Copyright © Brad Russell | Year Posted 2022
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